Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ituana to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.